Kamal TalibzadeMy Father
Abdulla ShaigPortrait by his son,
Kamal Talibzade

It's
so difficult to write about your father and the impact he has
had on your life. Though my father Abdulla Shaig passed away
nearly 45 years ago, he is still so vivid to me - both in my
conscious thoughts as well as my subconscious dreams. He speaks
to me, offers advice and even admonishes me. Every day when I
go to work, I pass by the Cemetery of Honored Ones [Fakhri Khiyaban]
where he is buried and pray for his soul and for the souls of
our other great artists.

Abdulla Talibzade was born on February 24, 1881, in Tiflis (now
Tbilisi, Georgia); he died in Baku on July 24, 1959. We originally
came from Borchali (now Marneuli) in Georgia. This region is
known for having the greatest concentration of Azerbaijanis.
Today family members of my uncles' generation still live in Borchali.

I was able to visit the house in Tbilisi where my father was
born and grew up, as well as to visit the village Sarvan where
we trace our native roots. My grandfather, Mustafa Talibzade,
was an "akhund" [a clergy of rank in Islam] in Sarvan
and later moved to the capitol Tbilisi.

Pen Name
My father soon adopted a pen name - Shaig. It is derived from
Arabic and Persian-the root, "Shovq", meaning "Light".
Its literally meaning relates to "Love".

He began his career as an educator. In fact, in 1918 after Azerbaijan
Democratic Government was established, my father was the first
person to succeed in opening a secondary school in the Azeri
language.

My father is often associated with children's stories and drama,
but the truth is that many of his works are related to the political
and economic conditions of his times.

We keep his handwritten manuscripts in our museum - the Abdulla
Shaig Home Museum1. This past year- 2003 - I was finally
able to publish some of his works in a book entitled, "Arazdan
Turana" [From Araz to Turan. Araz, referring to the river
that separates Azerbaijan from Iran and Turan, identifying the
expansive region where Turkic nations live].

In this book, we included one of my father's poems that he had
written during Stalin's Repression. [See "To the Enemy of
the Nation" by Abdulla Shaig in this issue]. Still there
are a number of works that we have yet to publish.

Below: Shaig's son Kamal Talibzade in his
father's home museum. Photo by Blair, 2004.

Hidden Manuscripts
It's quite amazing how I found these poems. One day, after my
father had died in 1959, I was looking through my father's bookcase.
Suddenly, I came upon something thin wrapped up in a newspaper
tucked away in a drawer at the bottom of the bookcase. I opened
it and discovered my father's handwriting [Azeri in the Arabic
script2].
These were poems exposing Stalin's despotism, Mirjafar Baghirov's3
tyranny, and other poems dedicated to the literary people who
were killed during those years of Stalin's Repression [mostly
in late 1930s]4.

What could I do with such material? It was so dangerous to have
them in my possession as only a few years had passed since Stalin's
death in 1953. So I carefully wrapped the works and took them
to my apartment and hid them in the floorboards. They stayed
there until Azerbaijan gained its independence in late 1991.
Finally, these days we are gradually beginning to publish some
of this material.

Many of our political problems originate from the fact that my
Uncle Yusif Ziya was one of the famous generals of his time.
He lived in Turkey for many years. After the Soviet government
was established in Azerbaijan in 1920, Nariman Narimanov, as
the top official in Soviet Azerbaijan, invited Zia to come back
to Baku because Narimanov's family and Shaig's family had been
neighbors from childhood in Tbilisi.

So, in 1920 my uncle returned with his family to Baku. With Narimanov's
help, Lenin appointed him as the Minister of Foreign and Military
Affairs in Nakhchivan5. But in the end, he decided not to
take the position. My uncle understood that he wouldn't be able
to realize his own principles within the Soviet Government. He
heard that Anvar Pasha - a great Turkish military leader was
fighting against the Russian Bolsheviks in Central Asia so he
went there and joined him. Both Pasha and Zia died during battles
in Turkmenistan in 1921.

Political Repercussions
Once I was taking part in a plenary session of the Writers' Union
during the Great Patriotic War [World War II]. One of the writers
during his speech pointed at me and said: "Look at Kamal
Talibazde! His Uncle Yusif Ziya along with Mammad Amin Rasulzade6
now sit next to Hitler and they're trying to establish an Azerbaijani
division, while his nephew sits among us."

At that time, there were rumors circulating that Yusif Ziya was
still alive and that once he and Rasulzade had approached Hitler
in an attempt to create an Azerbaijani legion within the fascist
German army.

Such pressures and threats often took place. They had one single
aim - to cast doubt upon Shaig's family as he was a relative
of the poet Samad Vurghun (1906-1956) [See this issue]. This
campaign lasted well into the 1950s, even after Stalin's death.

Once my sister's friend Shukufa Ismayilova came running to us
with the news that her uncle along with Husein Javid7had
returned from their exile in Siberia and that they were waiting
for us at the Bilajari Station. Rumor had it that they were clothed
only in rags in the bitter cold weather. My father and Husein
Javid had been close friends.

Left: Abdulla Shaig, famous poet, children's writer
and educator. Shaig's poems that were critical of Stalin's regime
are now finally being published by his son now that Soviet Union
no longer exists. Courtesy: Abdulla Shaig Home Museum
Prior to his arrest Javid used to visit us, Father would send
me off to buy wine, as Javid loved wine. So, not knowing anything
about Javid's whereabouts since his arrest, my Mother organized
a bundle of warm clothes and gave it to my sister to take to
Javid's wife - Mushgunaz khanim. Father was bedridden at the
time with an ulcer. Javid's wife did go to the train station
to wait for the return of her husband. She waited such a long
time and, of course, nothing happened. Javid did not come. How
could we have known that this great writer's body lay in distant
Irkutsk in an anonymous grave identified only by a number8?

Later Mirjafar Baghirov's was informed about this event and mentioned
it in one of the plenary sessions of the Central Committee of
the Azerbaijan Communist Party. He said: "Hey people, do
you know what Mirza9 has done? We convinced him that Husein
Javid had returned to Baku, and Mirza went out to meet him and,
in the process, got his suitcase stolen."

What suitcase? That was a lie. How could my bedridden father
go to Bilajari station? One of my father's students, who was
present in that session, informed us about this speech.

Above: from left to right: 1. Entrance to
Abdulla Shaig's Home Museum in Baku at 21 Abdulla Shaig Street.
Third Floor. 2. Exhibits in the Shaig Home Museum. Children's
books by Shaig. Note the examples of Azeri in the Arabic as well
as the early Latin script which was used in the 1920s and 1930s
before Cyrillic was imposed by Stalin. 3. Some of Shaig's lyrics
put to music for children. Photos are by Blair, 2004

In short, my father
was fired. His name was removed from children's textbooks. Naturally,
this affected me as well. At the university, the Communist Party
Committee called me in and criticized me: "Why didn't you
bring up your father better?" Merely associating with someone
who was branded as an "Enemy of the People" could result
in death.

Then a summons came for my father. He was asked to go to the
KGB House down by the seaside. Everyone knew what such a summons
meant. Later we learned that Yemelyanov and Mirteymur Yagubov
(my father's former students) seriously criticized my father
but then they released him.

I went to meet my father. I was so worried. He saw me from a
distance and smiled: "Don't be afraid. They've released
me," he said.

In the end, Abdulla Shaig escaped repression due to his students,
my father's two most favorite students - Ruhulla Akhundov and
Taghi Shahbazi Simurg. In 1932 they already realized that it
would be dangerous for my father to remain in Baku so they assigned
him to work at the Teacher's Training College in Shusha. My father
taught there six years while our family remained in Baku. I was
eight years old at the time. Unfortunately, the students who
saved his life were themselves killed by Stalin's repressive
policies.

Character
Let me share some things about my father's character. Even my
father's attitude towards objects around him provides a glimpse
of his spirit. Abdulla Shaig had a writing table that he had
bought in 1906. One day my mother - Shahzade khanim - got the
idea that she should replace the furniture, including the writing
table. She always liked order in the house.

"Abdulla," she said, they've brought some modern writing
tables. Let's change yours and buy a new one." It was very
difficult for my father to go against her will, as she was a
kind and noble person. He always got immense satisfaction from
trying to fulfill her desires. But this time he didn't say anything.

The next day he wrote a poem, entitled, "My Table"
and read it to all of us and that solved his dilemma. Could he
part with his friend of more than 40 years? Was it in his character
to be unfaithful to this table, which had witnessed his sleepless
nights, his grief, his happiness?

Here's how Father wrote about his devoted friend - his writing
table: "The love of art didn't stop in my heart. My greatest
goal is to create new works along with you with the power I get
from my surroundings, the strength I get from my love. It's been
40 years now that we've been working together. Probably I'll
write my last work on you."

And, it was that same writing table, now included in the exhibits
at the Abdulla Shaig Home Museum, upon which he did write his
last work. The table remains in its original position - in a
corner of his study. Now sometimes, his own grandson, his namesake
- little Shaig - sits at that writing table and looks through
his colorful books and senses that the world is both a marvelous,
but strange, place. Little Shaig bears such an uncanny resemblance
to his grandfather, especially in the way that he sits and conducts
himself. It's as if Shaig has not passed away.

Shaig was faithful to everybody, everything, even to his personal
belongings. His devotion to his Motherland and nation was connected
to that aspect of his character.

My mother was Abdulla Shaig's second wife. His first wife Raziyya
khanim had died in 1919 of illness. Later he married my mother.
Actually, my father married quite late in life. He had traveled
quite a bit when he was young, visiting a number of cities in
Russia. It seems that he wasn't that interested in settling down
so he married rather late.

I was the oldest child in the family. I was born in 1924. (An
older sister Altunsach, born in 1921, died when she was still
a baby). I remember my father treating me as an adult ever since
childhood. He did not withhold family secrets from me. We were
especially close during the last 15-20 years of his life. We
would often sit and talk. He would share his thoughts, dreams,
and plans and sometimes recount his memories and his adventures
of youth. He used to ask me questions and even argue with me
- always with the intent of trying to learn something new from
me.

In those last years, when I would return from work home at lunch,
I would find him in bed, resting. He wouldn't sleep but would
wait for me and say, "Let's see what news Kamal will bring."

After eating, I would lie down next to him. He would move over
a little in order to make some space for me. He would put his
slim arm under my head and remain silent for a while, as if trying
to drink in the happiness of the moment. Then he would ask: "What's
news?"

He was especially interested in the developments that were taking
place in the press and in the arts. He would pass on to me some
of the things he had read or heard himself. Towards the end of
his life, he developed a keen interest in newspapers such as
Izvestiya, Kirpi (Hedgehog), Krokodil (Crocodile), and Baki (Baku).

I began to realize that he was getting older. This writer, educator
and thinker who used to stay up working tirelessly until 2 to
4 o'clock in the morning even after working all day, began to
lag in energy and read less.

Old Age
Shaig got so bored with old age. He was always longing for new
things, trying to be conscious of everything going on around
him, especially as it related to the media. He suffered from
not being able to keep up with his times. But he didn't give
way to despair. That was his character; he was an optimist by
nature. He lived his entire life with the hope of tomorrow.

I've spoken so often about my father in many different venues.
I've heard so many anecdotes about him, read articles and listened
to poems. Always, the main focus centers on his personality.
Of course, people talked about him as a poet, publisher, teacher
and public person, but they preferred to focus on his personal
features. Some people thought he even looked like an angel or
a prophet.

Actually, my father was an ordinary and very simple man; even
his simplicity sometimes seemed naive. He was a kid with children,
and an adult with the older folk. He could meet people on various
levels and professions, talk to them at length, and find a topic
for conversation to explore together with them. It was if he
had a spiritual need for such communication.

In addition to his simplicity, my father was very kind, well-mannered,
calm, careful, patient and restrained. It's hard to find anyone
who can remember when he got nervous and angry, or when he said
a rude word to someone. Samad Vurghun, one of our relatives,
who often stopped by to see us loved to tease my mother: "Sister-in-law,
tell me the truth, has Mirza ever gotten angry with you? One
can't believe that a person never gets angry sometimes."
My mother would reply: "Samad, I really can never remember
such a situation." Later our neighbors sometimes referred
to my father as their "Drop of Valerian10".

My father had the ability to influence other people's behavior
through his kindness. He would behave in such a way that it was
impossible not to fulfill his smallest desire.

I remember how he used to gather us children around him. There
were three of us: me, my sister Gulbaniz, and our brother Ildirim.
Father would tell us stories and anecdotes. He would recite poetry
by heart that he knew in Russian and Persian. He would create
tales that were filled with kind, well mannered, and well behaved
creatures.

All of these qualities stemmed from my father's love for humanity.
These characteristics, in turn, manifest themselves in his advocacy
for democracy and humanism in his work. You can sense it in his
works.

End Notes:1
The Shaig Home Museum is located at 21 Abdulla Shaig Street in
downtown Baku. It is open to the public. Tel: (994-12) 92-29-61.

2
The Arabic script was used for writing Azeri prior to the mid-1920s.
Azerbaijan changed its alphabet three times during the 20th century
- from Arabic, to modified Latin, to Cyrillic and back to modified
Latin again. For more about alphabet changes, see the entire
issue: Alphabet and Language in Transition, AI 8.1 (Spring 2000).
Search Alphabet at AZER.com

3
Mirjafar Baghirov was Secretary General of the Central Committee
of Azerbaijan Communist Party during Stalin's regime, and blamed
for the terror that was carried out in Azerbaijan when tens of
thousands of people, including many intellectuals, were exiled,
imprisoned and executed.

4
For list of names of the 25 writers who lost their lives during
Stalin's repressive years, see photo of the plaque in the Writer's
Union in Baku. See AI 7.1 (Spring 1999), p 67. Search at AZER.com.

5
Nakhchivan is the non-contiguous part of Azerbaijan in the southwest,
separated from the mainland Azerbaijan by Yerevan by about 40
kilometers.

6
Mammad Amin Rasulzade was the Founder of the first Azerbaijan
Democratic Government in 1918. In other words, he was one of
the most vocal opponents of the Bolshevik government that became
established in Azerbaijan in April 1920. For more details about
what happened to Rasulzade when he fled the country after the
Bolsheviks came, see "Mammad Amin Rasulzade: Founding Father
of the First Republic," by his grandson Rais Rasulzade in
AI 7.3 (Autumn 1999) pp 22-23. Search at AZER.com.

7
Husein Javid (1882-1944) was a dramatist and poet who was arrested
on June 4, 1937, the year at the height of Stalin's repression
and exiled to Siberia. Javid was sentenced to eight years in
prison, but he died within 7 years. Many of his unpublished manuscripts
were confiscated. No one knows their contents. See "Javid:
The Night Father was Arrested" by his daughter, Turan Javid
in Azerbaijan International, Spring 1996, page 24. Search at
AZER.com.

8
On October 29, 1996, President Heydar Aliyev dedicated a mausoleum
in Nakhchivan to the memory of Husein Javid. The crypt contains
the graves of Javid, his wife and son. His daughter Turan was
present for the commemoration. See AI 4.4, (winter 1996), p 37.

In Baku, a sculpture by Omar Eldarov dedicated to the works of
Javid stands in front of the Academy of Sciences. [See AI 2.2
(Summer 1994), pp34-36. Search at AZER.com.

9
Mirza is a title for a man who was perceived to be an intellectual
and very literate.

10
Valerian is an herb that produces a calming effect on the heart.
In Azerbaijan, it is available in liquid form.